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THE UNBIDDEN TEAR
The song, the photo, the kind look
It’s the small things,
And my heart is squeezed by a vise
And the tear falls.
The holidays, the anniversary, the birthday
I’m steeled to make it through the day
But a memory rips through my heart like an eagle’s talon
And the tear falls
Hearing a joke I want to share
Turning to him, but he isn’t there
A dark cloud of loneliness seeps into my heart
And the tear falls.
Sorting through his things
What to keep? What to give away?
Each memory pierces through the wall I’ve built
And the tear falls.
The memories are good.
Friends and family stand near
The love of the Lord envelops me in a warm hug
And still, the tear falls.
Where’s the joy?
I am thankful for all the memories of Norm, even though right now they evoke tears, they are good memories.
I pray for my friends who have cancer or are walking through cancer with a loved one. Carol and Mark, Carl and Paula, Don and Darlene, Mark and Kym, Donna and Dan
I rejoice that God’s love remains, at times it takes everything within us to stand in that love…and He remains faithful to us through it all.
Where’s the joy? My great-nephews and I have a mini golf challenge going for the summer. They get me out of the house for a day of fun.
For God alone, O my soul, wait in silence, for my hope is from him.
He only is my rock and my salvation, my fortress; I shall not be shaken.
On God rests my salvation and my glory; my mighty rock, my refuge is God.
Trust in him at all times, O people; pour out your heart before him; God is a refuge for us. Selah
Ps 62:5–8.
TRICIA LATHROP 